Outside the abandoned factory in disrepair, the desert wind whined and blew, bringing up a thick dust mist, shrouding the corpses covered with steel bars, the blood was dried, everything was extremely bloody and terrifying, and the smell of blood in the air irritated the nasal cavity.

Big pickup after the shadow of Rogan. Howlett sat on the ground, the yellow sand scraping his vicissitudes of life, he wiped his beard, his eyes bloodshot, wiped his steel claws with a rag, and then clenched his fists, frowned, and slowly tucked the steel blade into his skin.

"Most of the things in the living room were broken, but the fridge was still fine."

Rojo walked out of the factory with his luggage and handed Uncle Wolf a bottle of cold beer, "Find the last two beers in the refrigerator." ”

"Thank you."

Logan. Howlett took it and applied it to the bruise on his face, which looked a little pale in the full sun.

"No thanks, this beer is your own."

Rojo opened the cap and touched Uncle Wolf's bottle.

On a hot midday day, a sip of a cold beer is undoubtedly a treat.

"You know what I mean, if you don't get there in time, I can't imagine what will happen."

Logan. Howley exhaled, looked at the boy and said, "You've helped me again." ”

"If you're grateful, we'll have to find you a place to rest before we think about anything else."

Rojo could feel that Uncle Wolf was very weak now, even if he held on hard, the suit stained red by blood was enough to explain everything.

"No, Lorna has already taken out the shrapnel for me, and they will heal on their own."

Logan. Howlett said, as if he felt that the blood on his body was too much of an eyesore, and took off his dirty blazer, then off his shirt, and changed into clean clothes.

"It's not negotiable, you need to rest, even if it's in a hurry, you have to buy some antibiotics first."

Rojo shook his head and refused, he didn't forget the picture when Lorna helped Uncle Wolf take the bullet casings just now, there were more than a dozen hideous blood holes in the back, and the bullets were taken out one by one, fortunately, the wound healed in a short time and stopped the bleeding, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

For the elderly Uncle Wolf, those injuries he can't bear again in a short period of time, so it's best to find a place to rest first, and then find some antibiotics to help the wound heal.

"I'm healthy......

Logan. Howlett was still about to say something, the boy had already gotten up and went to the factory, he wanted to get up and go with him, but the pain in his body made him give up this idea and shut his mouth.

Whew!

From the right, there was the movement of cutting objects, Logan. Howlett turned his head to look, and not far away, in the clearing, a thin figure was squatting on the ground with steel claws, peeling the apple in his hand, but the power control was too poor, and it was directly split in half and fell to the ground.

Laura. Kinney frowned, picked it up, and wiped the dust, intending to eat it with the belt.

"If I were Ling, I wouldn't do that."

Logan. Howlett opened his mouth and beckoned again, "Bring it and I'll teach you." ”

Laura. Kinney looked at him warily, took a big bite of apple flesh, swallowed it hard, and trotted into the factory.

“......”

Logan. Howlett took an embarrassed sip of beer.

"Does she look like you did when you were a child?"

Professor Charles came out in a wheelchair and asked with a smile.

"I wasn't as rude as she used to be."

Logan shook his head.

"Remember what you said when we first met?"

Professor Charles recalled, asking himself: "When I found you in a tavern with Eric, we said hello, and you told us to get out." ”

"It was different, I retired."

Logan. Howlett remembered the past, couldn't help laughing, and asked: "Actually, I'm curious, why did you leave directly at that time, and when others looked for me, they would stay and persuade me a few more words." ”

"That's what we planned, but if I had said more, I might have to lie on the ground."

Professor Charles said, gesturing to his temple.

"Looks like I didn't say the wrong thing at the time, you're a bastard indeed."

Logan. Howlett said, seeing Laura running out of the factory again, she couldn't help asking, "How do you know her identity?" ”

"Most of the time, I'm alone in the water tower, you're going to the sports car, Caliban is in front of the monitor every day, I have to make friends with others, and then I find a spiritual world that is very similar to you."

Professor Charles said: "You should know that your heart is special, and so is Laura, and her heart is similar to when I first met you, confused, sad, scared, insecure......

"So, you think she's my ......"

Logan. Howlett couldn't speak, decades ago, he had fantasized about having a child, a wife, and a family, but now in this cruel environment, he can't even live a life, and to live is to suffer, let alone entrust Laura to his care.

"You can't deny that, Logan, and I hope you can make a change for her, and for the sake of the community."

Professor Charles glanced at Laura, who was helping to pack her luggage in the factory, and her eyes were full of love, it was the new life of the mutant race.

Logan. Howlett lowered his head and was silent, no one could see his expression, and the professor did not peek into his heart, sometimes, some things, how to do it, how to decide, only follow his own heart.

"Get me out of here!"

Suddenly, in the factory, Caliban wore black sunglasses, sunscreen coats all over his body, covered tightly, and ran out with his suitcase.

"Lorna, stop him."

As soon as Rojo finished speaking, a bent steel bar wrapped around Caliban's ankle and dragged him to the ground.

"What happened?"

Logan. Howlett picked up the pickup and hurriedly walked towards Caliban.

"He just wanted to leave alone through the back door."

Rojo explained.

"Boy, the United States is a free country, you can go wherever I want, you can't stop me!"

Caliban touched his aching face and was indignant.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you die."

Rojo explained in a deep voice.

"Caliban, he's telling the truth, if you leave, it's not good for anyone, it's not good for you, and those guys won't let you go so easily."

Logan. Howlett said, helping to rip through the bent rebar.

"Logan, I've helped you for so many years, can't you let me go now, just help me, I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you on the tin can at sea."

Caliban patted the dust off his body, pointed to his chest, and shouted, "I've been a black markete merchant for half my life, and I've lived enough, I can't continue to live like that!" Even if it's death! ”

Logan. Howlett was silent for a few seconds, and said a little hoarsely, "Who said I was going to go to sea for the rest of my life?" ”

"Uncle Wolf?"

Rojo suspected he had misheard, "You changed your mind?" ”

"Hmm."

Under the gaze of several people, Rogan. Howlett nodded, "I want to change my life." ”

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